Red Shoes

A few years ago, I had a student who only wore red shoes. I was impressed by both the spirit of the enterprise and the versatility that she got out of those red shoes. Sarah had a certain magic as a young woman and the shoes were simply part of the package.

I saw Sarah a few weeks ago and she still has the red shoes. This week, I've been wearing some red shoes of my own and I think there is just something about them. My feet make me happy and that feeling just propels me forward.

My workshop is over and I have many plans for next year whirling in my head. But first I will enjoy the summer and the pleasure of unscheduled days. So tomorrow the red shoes will take me back to California to see the Sassafras Boy and hang out with my family.

Let the swimming begin.